A Narrative Of A Homeless Person

How are you and the children? We’ve both been so busy that we barely write each other anymore. Maybe if we both get telephones we can talk even though we’re 2,000 kilometers away! I’m glad to hear that you and Robert are enjoying married life and congratulations on your pregnancy! I also have great news, I’m finally pregnant again! It’s been hard on Aaron and I because we love children so much, but it’s been hard to get pregnant. Jack is doing well, grade four has been good to him. He reads to Lillian everyday and he has even started teaching her to sound out words! She will start school next year and she can’t wait. Aaron still loves his job at the bank and I still love teaching at Jack’s elementary school. I hope to keep teaching until right

Today, if we see a multitude of skin on the road settled, that there is nothing strange. In fact, according to The State of Homelessness in America 2013, 610,042 people were experiencing homelessness; as the result, we can see a significant number through that report. Due to that reason, many charities have been established to be able to help the homelessness. According to me, one of the charities that I appreciate is Thomas House which is an Orange County non-profit organization for homeless because it provide a safe, supportive environment and the resources necessary for homeless families with children while empowering them to become independent and self-sufficient.

As a child, I grew up many places, my dad’s old job moved us around a lot. I was born in Hayward, Ca. and moved to Red Bluff as a baby and stayed until I was like 5 or 6. Then I moved to Taylor, Arizona and lived there until I was 8. I moved to The Dalles, Oregon and turned 9 shortly after, we lived at the very top of Oregon, right next to the Washington border. I could see Washington driving down certain streets, but by the time I was 10 I had been somewhat homeless. I lived in a car with my 3 other siblings and parents for a month or so. It wasn’t like it was horrible, we never slept in the car. We stopped at motels and we drove highway 101, because we were struggling and the beach solves everything.

The officer brought his cigarette to his lips and blew a cloud of smoke into the sky. Samantha then searches the surrounding area, but all she finds is pile after pile of trash. Samantha decided to turn her attention to the witnesses hoping that they could help her bring this case to a quick end. She walks over to Todd Stevens who is leaning against a stone wall and just staring at the exact place that the body was lying a minute ago. Samantha asks the homeless man the question once more, and she waits for him to give his answer. “As the Sun was beginning to appear over the horizon I climbed out of my cardboard hovel and walked over to that trash can.” “Right about the time I found half a loaf of bread I heard footsteps so I jumped into the

What thoughts have I tonight as I walk emptied handed and no one to be arm in arm with as I navigate the LA streets. I envy the young man wiping out on his skateboard. Look at the concern on the young woman’s eyes. She looks on with a frown. Still, he makes her laugh with his imitation of the Zombie’s walk. How much happiness is contained in the rivulets of his blood that hardens along the shin of his wounded kneecap?

As a kid, I never really paid attention to what blessings were, in fact, it didn't even cross my mind. I grew up in a small house, with my parents and my sister. We loved to walk around a lot and most of the time we would come across homeless people. It was like a routine of ours that we would always give back to the people less fortunate. I remember as I was walking one day with my mom, we came across an old homeless lady and my mom gave her 20 dollars. We were lucky enough to have that much change left after shopping for food and we decided it would be kind to give it to someone else, but this lady was very different from most homeless people. She had bright neon pink nails, gray hair that would create an ombré effect almost as if she got it done, she took the money we gave

There’s no need for a rubbish introduction to start with. I hate my bus, full stop. No strings attached. To be totally honest, there are no positives at all in this presentation. So if you are one of those people who think that there is a good in everything, I suggest that you stop reading this and continue with your life. Goodbye!

:In 2018, being a foreign corespondent has become a ruthless job due to war and poor economic stability across the world, yet it’s still a rewarding career that pays good money and lets you and other people see the world with their own set of eyes, so the real question is how will I do this ruthless but rewarding job well, I will do it by taking footage on the ground or taking photos of the battle or what I am seeing with my eyes on the field. But also I will most defiantly make sure that I am unbiased on the field and treat the audience and the footage with unbiased accuracy and determination no cherry picking out little things that I don't like to show the audience. and so that the people that I am on their side

It was a bright and sunny day in Downtown Iowa City. I limped my sore, broken down body between the alleys, craving the shade of buildings to get some time out of the beating hot sun. I can sense the wondering eyes of many people immediately lock into mine as I walk onto the busy sidewalk. I get paranoid and overwhelmed thinking of everything people could potentially be thinking about me. I have never been the type to care of what others think of me. That is only until I made my ways to becoming homeless. ¨You are just a druggie who can’t keep a job,¨ many have shouted at me. Funny thing is they don’t know is why I am even here in the first place. I ran away when I was 16. My Dad abused my Mom, two little sisters and Me. I’ve been

It was one summer a man was eating lasagna in a restaurant that was closed it was a week from now his birthday. Let me tell you a little story about this man who is in this restaurant eating he is homeless, and he has been ever since he was 6 years old. He doesn’t know who he is but you’ll figure that out in the middle of this story. When he was born he was born to……well I can’t say because that’s what the story is about. His parents raised him very well it was one day when their child was 6 years old the parents kept getting threats and blackmails over the days, weeks, and months! Well they eventually stopped...

I woke up before the sun did. Sitting up in my bed, I sat motionless for a moment as the dim light of early dawn began to illuminate my room. Finally, I got up, heading over to the sink to get myself a glass of water. After extinguishing my thirst, I took a quick glance out my window, seeing the sun barely showing itself just beyond. It was about time to get ready for work. I grabbed my toolbox and loaded it with a small granola bar and a bottle with a bit of whiskey still left inside. I grabbed my light-gray collared shirt, my overalls, and a pair of ruffled pants. I picked up my black shoes and grabbed my hat off the coat hanger at the door. I turned the doorknob of my room and stepped into the hallway, locking the door behind me. As I headed

Imagine this picture in your head. You're walking up and down the streets of New York, and everywhere you turn it seems like there’s another homeless person. They wear tattered clothing and have streaks of dirt across their face and their arms. Last year on spring break when I was thirteen years old, my mom,my grandparents, and I were on a vacation in New York City. A few days after looking around and touring New York I noticed something that I hadn’t really seen in any other city before. That was the amount of homeless people on the streets. Of course, I had seen homeless people before, but I had never seen this many in such a small area at one time. This was a really sad thing to witness,and it made me really appreciate the things I have in life.

Hey little cousin I hope you didn’t do anything wrong because one time I did something wrong but it’s a long story. I guess I could tell you about it. One time I was trying to get a pair of new shoes but I didn’t have the money. So I saw a big lady in the distance. She had a pocketbook and I’m pretty sure it had money. Then I ran at her and tried to steal it but I fell in the process. She picked me up and grabbed me by the arm. I told her to let go and she asked will you run. I had to be honest so I said yes, so she did not let go. Then she looked at my face and said I was dirty and asked me if someone at home washes me. I said no since I was homeless.

My friends often describe me as a cynic and a pessimist. For the most part, they're right. Sentiment loses value when it permeates one's attitudes and behavior just as the value of a commodity decreases as it becomes ubiquitous, so as a rule I reserve expressing sentiment for rare occasions that I deem worthy. Fortunately, even the harshest cynics are surprised sometimes.

I hear them get closer and closer as the porch creaks every step to the door. My heart feels like its pounding through my chest, and sweat is pouring off my face as I sprint in a panic. I hear the key turning and the door opening just as I jump out the window.